“Hersh…”
His expression softened instantly.
Every time.
Every single time.
“Yeah, Flick?”
Oh God.
I couldn’t do this in front of everyone.
Not with Wolf standing there pretending not to listen.
Not with Trigger loudly “organizing mugs” ten feet away while obviously eavesdropping.
Coward.
“I need to talk to you.”
Trigger immediately pointed toward the hallway.
“Apartment. Go. We support emotional vulnerability.”
Wolf shoved him hard.
“What?” Trigger complained. “I’m invested now.”
Heat rushed into my face.
Hersh’s mouth twitched slightly for the first time since the sedan drove by.
Then he looked toward Tate and Wolf.
“You good down here?”
“We’ve got it,” Wolf answered.
Tate nodded once.
“Go.”
My pulse immediately started pounding harder.
Because now there was no escaping this conversation.
Hersh guided me gently toward the stairs.
Not leading.
Not pushing.
Just staying close enough that I could feel him beside me the entire way upstairs.
And somehow…
that felt more intimate than touching.
